Oya Oya Oya?
- AkWritingBlog
- Aug 10, 2020
- 17 min read
Enemies to Lovers AU ☆ Angst to Fluff
Pairing: Kuroo Testorou x Fem!Reader
Summary: She "hates" his guts, but she can't dent he is a little smarter than her, in Chemistry. And when she is "forced" to be his Study Buddy, what will happen?
Warning: Angst! ┐(‘~`;)┌
She glared at the raven-haired man as he gave their teacher a wide grin. His grin grew slightly, dimples poking in one corner of his mouth, as the teacher gave him his paper. She clenched her pencil tightly as the dreaded words were sounded.
"Congratulations, Kuroo-san, on your third perfect score!" he said, patting Kuroo firmly on his back, murmuring another, private, congratulations. She clapped, begrudgingly, along with her other classmates as the bed head man bowed slightly and thanked the teacher for his kind words. She scoffed at the scene, leaning forward, covering her own paper from unwanted eyes.
She looked down at the horrible, red mark scrawled on one corner of the paper. C-. She wanted to scream in frustration. How many hours had she studied for this exam? How many nights had she spent, carefully reviewing and memorizing her notes and yet... C-. It was almost laughable. She groaned, covering her mark with the palm of her hand, pushing it away from her sight. Out of sight, out of mind.
She turned her eyes back to the tall man, who had finally returned to his spot in class, two seats behind her. She narrowed her eyes, covering her paper from his peering eyes, as he walked by. He stalled, slightly, at her desk, quickly glancing down. His mouth twitched at the defensive covering. He gave a low laugh, before sitting at his own desk.
She scowled at the action. Fine. I may not be the best at Chemistry, but I am sure as hell passing Biology, unlike some dimwits. She peered over her shoulder, across the person behind her to Kuroo, who, to her surprise, was already staring at her. She quickly averted her eyes, heat running to her ears, as she changed her attention to her teacher, upfront.
"Overall, I am satisfied with the results of this test," he gave a look to Kuroo, nodding in satisfaction, "but, some of you need to spend less time gawking and more time listening." Y/N flinched, looking around at her classmates, who were already looking at her with an amused look. She cowered slightly, bunching over her desk, peering over her arms to look at her teacher. Except, he wasn't looking at her. Yet, at least.
"I know some of you are much more capable than the mark you have received. And I know that some of you," he was staring at her now, giving a pointed look as he continued, "just need that extra push." He finally took his pinning glare of Y/N, indicating the end of the small talk, or rather a reprimand from her perspective. She felt heat rush from her ears to her cheeks. A few snickers echoed behind her. She urged herself not to whip around and pin them with her own glare. The snickers stopped, however, as their teacher finally started their new lesson.
She slapped her cheeks, twice, pushing her focus from the small snickers, and the poor grade underneath her arms, to the board. She reached over, to her bag, pulling out a looseleaf paper and a pen. She fumbled with her pen, trying to firmly grasp it.
She watched, hopelessly as it rolled over her desk and behind her. She cursed, quietly, as she glanced at her teacher, who motioned for the chalkboard with a ruler. She looked around her before reaching behind her for the pen. She stretched, fingers almost touching the tip of the pen. She groaned silently at the stretch.
Almost got it. Almost—
She flinched as another set of fingers brushed hers as they picked up her pen. She quickly sat up and peered over to where Kuroo held out the pen, a small smirk decorating his face. She glared, her mouth curling into a scowl, as he waved the pen at her.
"Hand it over, Kuroo." she harshly whispered, peering over to her teacher, who merely continued on with his lecture.
"If you say please." he grinned, pulling back his hand as she slightly lunged for it.
"Give it back now, you overgrown feline." she snapped, "Or I—"
"Is there a problem, Ms. L/N?" She quickly turned around, anger still flaring in her veins, as she met her teacher's stare.
"No, sir, of course not." she smiled.
"Then why have you turned around, with a blank paper in front of you?"
She blushed, murmuring a small apology, as she rummaged the bottom of her bag for a slightly smaller pencil and started scribbling furiously.
"Good. Now, class..."
She didn't turn around after that, making it a point not to look anywhere but, her teacher, the board, and her paper. She did not want to deal with her peers questioning glances, the small snickers that echoed with small conversations. And she certainly did not want to see the raven-haired boy with a certain smirk. She gritted her teeth at the thought of him. So self-absorbed. So—
She almost yelped when the bell rang, she had not realized class had ended. She ducked her head down, shoving her notes and test paper into her bag. But, before she could take a step out, she was stopped by her teacher.
"Ms.L/N, if you could stay back." She gulped, tucking her hair behind her ear, ignoring the stares of her classmates'.
"And Mr.Kuroo." She snapped her head up at the name. She felt blood rush back into her cheeks.
She turned around slightly to see if he had, in fact, stayed. Something in Y/N's stomach churned as she saw his figure leaning against the doorway, his head was almost touching the top. His hands were wrapped in front of his chest, his muscles moving under his shirt. She quickly averted her gaze, focusing on his smile, or lack thereof. Where a nonchalant smile usually rested, a grim line appeared. Obviously he didn't want to be here either.
She felt her chest lurch slightly at the thought. She gulped as he pushed himself off the doorframe, his normal smirk forming on his face as he walked towards their teacher.
"Yes, sir?" he kindly asked.
"It has come to my attention," Y/N internally groaned, as she readied herself, " that both of you need help in different subjects."
"Huh?" Y/N blurted out, as Kuroo's own mouth lay agape.
"Kuroo, you might be doing well in my class, but Biology does not seem to be your strong suit." he ignored her interruption. "And you, Ms. L/N, may not be doing well in my class, but I can't say the same about Biology."
Both their mouths were agape as their teacher continued.
"Sir, what do—"
" It also evident, to everyone, that they are some unspoken emotion between you two." he looked between them as if finding the emotion itself.
"Both of you excellent students, but I want you to become stronger. Be it, in studies," he paused, as he stared them down, "or in social interactions with your peers."
He wrapped his hands behind his back, turning around, as he continued.
"This is why I want you two to become study partners."
They were both speechless. Their mouth lay agape as they stared at his back. It was Kuroo, who broke the silence in the room.
"Study partners. With her." he pointed at her in a frantic fashion, "Sir, with all due respect she can't even stand to be in the same room as me."
"Me?" she screeched, pointing a firm finger into his chest, "What about you Mr. Perfect, always looking down at me."
He waved his hand around berserkly, "You're a midget, I can't look up to you!"
She gave him an incredulous glare, huffing as she turned away from him in a childish way. She pouted, stomping her foot.
"Sir. I have more of a chance passing without his help." Kuroo let out a sound of agreement.
"No. This is an order, Ms. L/N. If you see it as a punishment, then so be it." he didn't turn around but waved a small hand in dismissal. Y/N scowled, as she stalked to her desk, scooping her backpack, and flinging it over her shoulder.
"Fine. Kuroo, do you have practice today?" she snapped, turning around slightly. A flash of shock rang in his dark eyes but was soon replaced with a look of nonchalance.
"No, not today, its break day."
"Great. Me. You. Library. After school."
"Okay."
"Okay." She whirled around, walking out, hand firmly clenching her backpack.
"Good luck, young man." He gave Kuroo a firm pat, a glimmer of light sparkled in his eyes. Kuroo gave a small nod of thanks, taking his own backpack in his hands, looking at the door. A blush, furiously made its way to his face. Good luck indeed.
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The day had gone by, without any other unnecessary interactions. In the hallways, they had passed each other with an obvious point to ignore the other. In the few other classes they shared, there was nothing more than a small nod, here and there. Y/N's friends had grown suspicious, looking between her and Kuroo, for a clue of what had happened. The pair had been unusually quiet, no small bickers, not even the usual taunts from his side.
Nothing had happened, she had assured her friends, but the gripping looks still continued. She clenched her books as she neared the library. Her heart-beat soared as she touched the handle of the door. It quickened even more, if possible when a familiar pair of hands laid upon hers. She quickly flung her hands back, stepping back. She looked up and could have sworn a look of hurt flash through his face. But, when she blinked, looking back up at him, his usual grin was placed, his dark hair covering his eye. She snorted, of course, he wouldn't be hurt.
"Kuroo." she gave a nod.
"L/N."
It was awkward, they stared at each other, as they edged closer towards the door. He gave a loud cough, as he gripped the door handle, flinging it open. She blushed, giving a small thanks, before rushing into the library. Cool air swept her off her feet, the heat that had run into her cheeks, for the nth time today, finally left. She felt free. She took in a deep breath, before scrambling off to find a spot to sit. Kuroo walked slowly behind her, hand curling around a couple of books as the other was shoved deep into his pockets.
"Kuroo, with your long legs, you would think you would be faster," she smirked, hand laying on her hip as she pointed to an isolated spot in the library, surrounded by bookshelves, and a singular table in the middle.
"Very private." he wiggled his eyebrows, as she quickly walked towards the table, placing his books in the middle.
"Yeah, yeah you overgrown cat." she rolled her eyes, placing her own books in the pile, "What do you want to start with."
"Let's start with Chemistry." he offered, taking a seat as she took her own.
"Great." she clapped her hands together, a sly smile growing on her face, "Biology it is then."
Kuroo groaned leaning back into his seat, hand covering his eyes.
"Why, Chibi-chan?" he whined, "Why would you hurt my poor heart."
"Don't call me that," she said, failing to keep the small smile of her face, "Also because I said so."
"Chibi-chan, Chibi-chan," he repeated in a sing-song voice, Y/N fumed, grabbing the Biology textbook and chucking it at his head.
"Stop talking, Rooster-kun, and start reading today's chapter." she took her own book and flicked to the page.
"Okay, let's start." she clapped her hands again, as she skimmed over the page, "Today's lesson was mediocre, and the homework was pretty simple."
"Only you could find Biology easy." But, he skimmed through the page, eyebrows raised in confusion, "This makes no sense."
"Its cellular reproduction. We are merely reviewing the parts of the goddamn cell." she deadpanned, "What can you not understand. " He gave her an annoyed look, rolling his eyes.
"Quick, Chibi-chan, name all the noble gases," he said, peering at her.
Y/N stuttered for the answer. She closed her eyes, trying to remember each element.
"Uhhh, I dunno. Its the last row in the table. Um." She hummed a small tune, under her breath, as she fought to remember.
"There's Hydrogen and Helium. Then Lithium, Beryllium. Boron—"
"See, L/N, we all have something we find easy and not." he prodded her with his pencil. "To help someone else you have to understand that."
Y/N blushed, her heart pounding in her chest. Since when was he like this. Heat flushed in her neck. She looked to the side, as she mumbled words under breath.
"What was that Chibi-chan." he leaned forward, smirking.
"Here." she blurted, shoving a textbook under his face, pointing at a picture of a cell.
"Which cell is this, plant or animal." she asked, refusing to look in his eyes, "Remember there are parts in a plant cell that are not in an animal's."
"Animal, I think." he peered at the blob of a cell, looking up at Y/N to confirm.
"Good. Now, without looking at the names, tell me what each part is called and their function."
"L/N," he said, urging her to look at him, "We are in high school, I assure you I know this much at least."
"No." she snapped her eyes to his, "Biology is more than memorizing, you have to understand why and how." He tilted his head, as he assessed the blushing girl in front of him.
He smirked.
"Teach me then, Chibi-chan." he watched as a small smile formed on her face, as she leaned forwards, pointing at certain parts of the picture, lecturing him. He leaned against his palm as he stared at Y/N.
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"What do you mean, you can't come today. This is the third time, Kuroo." she pressed a hand onto his chest to keep him from moving. She looked up at him, anger and worry squirmed in her stomach. She wanted, so bad, to cuff her hand onto his cheek, and rub his dark eyes. She leaned in, closely analyzing the man in front of her.
Dark circles appeared under his eyes. His eyes. They were dark. Not the darkness she was used to. The one with the small star of amusement. No. This was a starless night. His mouth curled into a snarl as he tried pushing past her. She pushed harder, urging him to look at her.
In the long weeks, they had studied together they had formed a friendship of sorts. It was something she cherished. But, looking at him, now. She couldn't help but feel worried. This past week must have been hell for him if he wouldn't even smile. She furrowed her brows as she stared at him, catching her bottom lip with her teeth. He had been like this since she came. She felt a tug of the carefully leashed emotion in her chest. That hag. She scowled at the thought of her. She did nothing good for him, only acted like a leech, taking his energy and power away for herself.
She gritted her teeth at the remembrance of their first meeting. A few days into their relationship and that woman had acted as she already owned him. She wanted to slap some sense into his face, but one look at him and she had decided otherwise. Especially at the small smile, he gave her, one that he never gave me. But, Y/N had smiled, hiding the throb in her chest, making small talk with his new girlfriend. She had decided then, to try and suppress her emotions, to keep them on a short leash. But, sometimes, she couldn't help it. Especially now. Where he looked as if his life had been sucked out. She was no good for him. And Y/N had tried to tell him, but that didn't end well either.
That had been the first time he rose his voice at her. She flinched at the thought, moving her hand from his chest.
"I'm okay, L/N." No, you're not. "I'm just fine." Are you, really?
"Okay," she whispered, stepping to the side allowing him to leave. "See you whenever, Kuroo-kun."
Her head drooped as tears pooled in her eyes, avoiding odd glances. She felt hollow and out of place. She had realized, with a drop in her stomach, without their 'study dates', she didn't really have much to do. She wanted to cry, so bad. The hole in her chest, growing bigger.
"Y/N-chan?" a hand gripped her shoulder, she turned around.
"Yaku." she said, softly, "Hi."
"I saw what happened." he shifted, pulling her towards him, "You know he isn't mad at you."
She gave a solemn nod, leaning into his touch, burying her face into his neck. He patted her back, pulling her away from the gazes and into a corner.
"We have a game today." he offered, flinching as she whipped her head up. Her eyes were shimmering with tears as she looked at him with shock.
"What- he- really?" she sputtered, fuming at the fact he couldn't even text her that.
"He didn't want you to come." Yaku awkwardly shifted in his feet, "He said it would be bad if you came." She gritted her teeth. Her tears were long gone, replaced with a shimmering layer of rage. How. Dare. He. She gave a low chuckle, giving Yaku a firm pat as she gave a wide smile. Yake gave a small sound of shock, backing away.
"Thank you very much Yaku." she turned away, her head high, "See you at the game!"
"Oh god, she's terrifying," he whispered as she walked away.
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She didn't have a plan, not really. She just went, not early, but just at the right time where she could still choose her own spot. She looked down, to see who was down on the court. But, she couldn't see him. Not Kuroo. But, she saw Yaku, who gave her a surprised look. She gave him a big thumbs up, leaning back into her seat. But, when she looked back, she saw Yaku frantically waving at her. She raised a brow, as she watched.
Come down, he mouthed. Oh. She sat up from her seat, and quickly made her way down, dodging the people who were still looking for a seat. She was panting when she arrived.
"What, happened? Where's Kuroo?" she said, between breaths. Yaku gave her a worried glance, as he skimmed the audience.
"Have you seen Mikka-chan?" he asked, squirming. She gave him a pointed glare.
"Why would I talk to that wretch."
"Kuroo said he was gonna talk to her before the match." he whispered, "And he hasn't returned." Y/N scowled.
"I can't believe the balls of that woman." she gritted her teeth, "Which way did they go."
Yaku pointed at the gym doors, leading out into the hallway. She gave a small nod, before sprinting off into that direction. She flung the door open and stepped into the hallway.
She walked around, looking for any signs of Kuroo and Mikka. She stepped quietly around a turn, glancing behind her and in front of her. No sign of them. Unless...
"What the hell, Testorou." Ah, found the raging pigeon. She tiptoed her way to the sound, making sure no one was following her. She crept behind a wall, peering out.
"I can't believe you would do this to me." Mikka was sobbing, rubbing her eyes as tears traveled down her face. "Why?" Kuroo stood in front of her with a deadpan look, he had already changed into his volleyball wear, his shorts fitted his legs, bunching up, as he flexed them.
"Look, Mikka, can we stop—"
"No. It's not fair." She pouted, stomping her feet, "You can't just break up with me now, what do I tell everyone?"
Y/N gagged. How dare she. Bad pigeon.
"No. Mikka. You care too much about what everyone else thinks. And before you say another word," she snapped her mouth shut, "this is final. I don't care if you still want to be together."
Y/N flinched, even in the words weren't directed at her. She watched as the words hit the mark.
"It's all because of that pathetic thing you hang out with." she fumed, brushing her tears from her face.
"What?" Kuroo asked quietly.
"That Y/N arse. She did this. She made you break up with me."
Y/N bit her hand to stop herself from laughing. Oh, if she only knew what she wanted to do to her.
"Don't talk about her like that." he snarled, "She's ten times the person you are."
Y/N felt similar heat rise into her necks, the heat that always occurred around him.
"So, this is what it's about. You love her, not me." she spat, "You're disgusting."
He gave a low chuckle.
"So what if I do, going to cry Mikka?" he asked, eyes narrowed at her. Y/N felt her heart quicken as she heard the confession. Does he love me?
"Honestly, I never liked you anyway." Y/N paused, as she heard the words, "You are a waste of time. Like, I don't know why I would ever date a disgusting, ugly thing like you."
She snapped. The tight leash she had one the feelings in her stomach, snapped. She lunged at her, pinning her to the opposite wall. She felt every ounce of jealousy and wrath in her stomach.
"Say that again, you wretch." she gave her a sickenly sweet smile, "I dare you."
"Let me go you crazy—"
"Oh, what was that Mikka-san?" Y/N's smile grew, "Beat the life and soul out of you? My pleasure." She drew an arm back, getting ready to slog her head. But, a hand firmly grasped her own, prying her off Mikka. She growled as she shoved their handoff. She turned around, looking menacingly at Kuroo.
"Don't you dare stop me, Kuroo Testorou or I swear to the gods I will spike a volleyball up your—"
He grabbed her waist drawing her against him. She felt the steady beat of his heart against her back. Her eyes fluttering at the warmth as he whispered soothing words into her ears. She leaned into him.
"Let it go, Chibi-chan."
"But,—"
"Disgusting wretch." Mikka spat out as she grabbed at her heart, "I hate you."
She continued to swear as she stalked down the hallway and out of their sight.
"Out of sight, out of mind." Y/N offered to Kuroo, who had buried his nose into her neck, leaning down into her.
"Sure," he answered, voice muffled as he spoke into her hair. She laid her hand onto his, rubbing soothing circles into his hands. But, her own trembled slightly. The adrenaline and the former confession were enough to make her knees buckle.
"I guess you heard," he asked, backing away from her.
"I mean you weren't being quiet." she huffed, turning around.
"So."
"So?"
"Aren't you going to, I dunno, say anything." He raised his hand, rubbing his neck. She watched as his shirt hitched up.
"Well, yeah." she said, moving closer, "I mean that was a lot." She watched as his eyes darkened as a flash of hurt lightened his eyes.
"I mean, come on Kuroo, how can I not say anything." she deadpanned, hiding the smile that threatened to reveal itself.
"Yes," he said, lowly.
"How could you not," she took in a deep breath, "tell me about your volleyball game!"
She held her hip, as she sashayed her way to him. He gave her a confused look, tilting his head.
"I had to learn from Yaku, that there was a game today!" she pressed a finger into his chest, "Explain, now."
"I—"
"Nevermind, explain later, you have a game to play, Captain," she smirked as Kuroo gaped at her.
"But, what about—"
"Oh and by the way me too." she winked, before twirling around back to the gym. Kuroo stood there for a good minute, as he watched her walk away. It hadn't hit him. Yet.
She smiled as the sound of sneakers squeaking on the hallway followed her. A hand grabbed her arm pulling her into them.
"Finally, Testorou," she said, slightly muffled as he pressed her into him. His face was hidden in the crook of her neck as he gripped onto her waist.
"Goddamnit Chibi-chan, did you have to do that." She laughed, pulling his face up, so she could look at him. She cupped his cheeks, brushing the dark circles under his eyes.
"I've always wanted to do that," she whispered, staring into his eyes.
"And I've always wanted to do this." He grabbed the back of her head, bringing his lips onto hers. It wasn't long, at least not too long. Still, she was slightly out of breath when he released his hold on her. She leaned into him, foreheads resting onto each other.
"Tetsu I—"
He stopped her again with another kiss.
"Tell me after I win the game." she giggled, batting his chest.
"But—"
"Oya, Oya, Oya?"
They pushed away from each other, coughing.
"Kuroo Testorou."
Y/N sheepishly looked at Yaku, who stood watching them, with a mix of anger and amusement.
"Wow, Captain, took you long enough." Lev grinned, let out a low whistle as he eyed the both, "But, I have to say that—"
"Shut up, Lev." Yaku kicked his ankles. "And you." he pointed at Y/N a look of disappointment flashed on his face.
"I told you to find him, not his lips." Y/N blushed at the words.
"Shut up, you midget," she shouted, furiously hiding her face in Kuroo. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
"What is this."
They all turned around, to where the Nekoma Coach, stood. Anger radiated off him. Kuroo, grinned slightly as he patted Y/N's head.
"Guess I got a game to win, don't I Chibi-chan."
"You have to pay to win, you idiot," she responded, ducking under Kuroo's attempt of a hug. She gave the coach a sympathetic look, before walking into the gym.
"Nekoma Nekoma neko neko Nekoma!"
Y/N joined in the cheers as the team finally walked into the gym. She giggled as Kuroo gave her a flying kiss. She pretended to catch and threw one of her own. She felt a few taps on her shoulder.
"Hi." she stiffly said, to her friends who had grouped around her.
"Oya, Oya Oya?" they asked, prodding her for information. A few looks of annoyance were thrown their way as several friends screeched as she gave a short recount of Mikka.
"Wait what?" Y/N stiffened more as multiple people grouped around her, wanting information.
Dear gods. she prayed silently, Please kill me. She forced a small smile as she gave another small explanation. She peered behind them to the court. Kuroo, to no surprise, was looking at her. He gave her a small wink. She smirked blowing a kiss and holding a big thumbs up.
"Nekoma Nekoma neko neko Nekoma!"
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